Shamanism kills the god

The change in the blood pool made Nuo Da's Mu Mansion panic, but after searching, they couldn't find out what happened. .

There is majestic power in the blood pool. After diving in, the stronger the strength, the more dangerous it is. Even the powerful Chuan Gong elders dare not dive to the bottom to check the details.Many years ago, a real-world expert in the clan ventured into it, but there was no news except for a few bubbles, and his whole body turned into a puddle of blood.

Fortunately, the change in the blood pool subsided quickly, making people less panicked.The strange thing is that in the past, there were some storms from time to time, but now it is calm and there are no waves, which makes people puzzled.

The vision of the blood pool subsided, but the rumors brought by it did not subside for a long time.

Some people said that the Mu Mansion was built on a crater and must be relocated quickly; some people said that this was a sign that the Mu Mansion was about to encounter a catastrophe, and that the world would be in chaos, so preparations had to be made in advance.Some people even said that this was a disaster brought about by the two sinners, Mu Feng, mother and son, and they must be driven out, the sooner the better.

When rumors spread in Mu's residence, Mu Feng came to the back mountain in the name of picking herbs, and practiced quietly on the mountain alone.

After swallowing the blood beads, there was no phantom behind him like other clansmen, so he was naturally not eligible to enter the library hall to find suitable cultivation methods.However, when a person sits in meditation on a quiet night, he can feel a slight itching feeling all over his body.That is the feeling that the tendons are being repaired and dredged, and the blood vessels are being purified. The body is gradually getting stronger, and the appetite is much larger than usual!

The blood beads swallowed into the body slowly and continuously rotated in the dantian.Every time it rotates a circle, a stream of pure power is swelled out, nourishing the body like a sweet spring and repairing the tendons.

"Seize the good fortune of the world, refine the essence of blood..."

Mu Feng muttered to himself, and while sitting quietly, a mysterious cultivation method came to mind.

Ancient witchcraft, the first level of blood refining method - blood coagulation!

According to the strange memory in his mind, this is the innate supernatural power of an ancient ancestor witch named Zhu Youxuan. .It can condense the enemy's blood and even the corpse into a blood bead, and then obtain the enemy's secrets, powers and innate supernatural powers, and even control the enemy's life and soul.If you reach the peak of cultivation, you will be able to turn the entire world into a sea of ​​blood with every move you make.The blood bead that was swallowed was a drop of blood essence from the ancient ancestor Wu Zhu Youxuan!

Essence and blood of ancient ancestral witches?

Mu Feng recovered from the shock, secretly calling it a fluke.

Not to mention the power of the blood pool itself, the power of the ancient altar under the water is unimaginable.The stronger the strength, the greater the resistance and attacks encountered.Fortunately, my tendons were damaged, and I didn't have a trace of spiritual power in my body, so I just took advantage of the loophole to dive down.Who would have thought that an ordinary person who can't practice at all can swim unimpeded in the pool of blood that even a master of the real world can't dive into?

When God closed the door, he also quietly opened a window.

In the long life, everyone will encounter all kinds of opportunities, whether they can seize it or not depends on themselves!

Inadvertently, Mu Feng had a little more understanding and understanding of the so-called Tao.

squeak...

Seeing Mu Feng sitting on the ground motionless for a long time, a wild rabbit came up curiously, approaching little by little cautiously.

Seeing it getting closer and closer, Mu Feng's heart suddenly moved.

Holding his breath, he patiently waited for the hare to come to him, and when he was unprepared, he suddenly picked up a stone and threw it down.Although I had prepared for a long time, unfortunately, the accuracy was still a little bit off.He wanted to smash his head, but he only hurt the little rabbit's hind legs. After chasing him panting for a long time, he finally killed the hapless little rabbit.

It takes so much effort to kill a little rabbit, but it is really useless! You are a scholar!

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled wryly. He stood beside the little rabbit's corpse and calmed down, carefully recalling the training method of blood refining Dafa.

ho...

After a long time, there was a sudden shout.It's a pity that the little rabbit in front of him didn't move at all, not to mention the condensed blood beads, not even a hair shed!

"Hey, what's the problem?"

Mu Feng frowned, checked every detail carefully, straightened the little rabbit's body, and yelled at its wound again, but there was still no movement.After trying dozens of times in disbelief, the little rabbit's blood was almost drained and there was still no movement, but his own throat was almost dry and smoking.If this continues, I'm afraid I will die of thirst before I can practice the blood refining method, and become the first great witch in history to die of thirst because of practicing!

ho...

Mu Feng's voice was hoarse, and he yelled again, never giving up until he reached his goal.

Seeing that the little rabbit's body was motionless, I thought I had failed again, and just about to try again, a faint fragrance came from my nose.I squatted down and saw a small blood drop the size of a grain of rice in the wound of the little rabbit.Pick it up and observe it, and then swallow it boldly.

Fragrant and moisturizing, it melts in the mouth, and turns into a stream of clear water that penetrates into the limbs and bones, nourishing the damaged tendons...

Mu Feng closed his eyes and carefully sensed the smell of blood beads. There was no bloody smell as expected, but instead, there was a faint fragrance.After swallowing it, my spirits were refreshed, fatigue and thirst disappeared, and I could vaguely feel that my muscles, bones and veins were strengthening secretly.

Blood refining Dafa!

The ancient witchcraft is really wonderful and mysterious!

Mu Feng, who experienced the profoundness of witchcraft, was overjoyed, and saw the hope of repairing his tendons and cultivating like other people.Put the herbs in the bamboo basket, and start to concentrate on hunting and practicing, looking for small animals such as hares and squirrels.Slowly, the success rate became higher and higher, and more and more condensed blood beads followed.Some of them were swallowed on the spot, and the rest were carefully hidden next to the body.

For him, these blood beads refined by himself are the best pills that money can't buy!

In the dead of night, after a tiring day outside, Situ Qing, who sewed and washed clothes for others, finally returned home, exhausted.On the stove, a nest of corn porridge was heating up, and the small stove next to it was boiling herbs, and Mu Feng was still reading at night in the wing room.Picking up the shoulder pole on the side, I was just about to go out to fetch water, but unexpectedly found that the water tank was already full.

Because of damaged tendons, Mu Feng has been weak and sick since he was a child. In the past, Mu Feng could not do heavy work at all, even if he brought water home, he could not lift it up.In the past, Situ Qing picked the water at home by himself. When he saw a big tank full of water, his first reaction was to worry whether Mu Feng had sprained his muscles or fell.Seeing through the window that Mu Feng was in good health and was concentrating on reading under the lamp, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mu Yuan, did you see that your son has finally grown up!"

Situ Qing turned and left with tears in her eyes.

There is one thing that she has kept from Mu Feng.His tendons were damaged not because of a serious illness when he was a child, but because he was severely injured by the palm of his enemy on the night his father was killed.All these years, Mu Feng has been able to survive well, she is already very happy.

"Study literature to understand the truth, practice martial arts to strengthen the body, mother, I will not let you down!"

After his mother fell asleep, Mu Feng blew out the oil lamp in one breath, put down the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and sat cross-legged on the ground to practice.Pinch a mysterious witch seal with his hand, and soon, wisps of pure heaven and earth spiritual energy seep into his body, forming a bigger and bigger energy vortex above the wing room.

Ancient Witchcraft - Gathering Spirits!

Based on the blood in the body, guided by the soul of the original life, devouring the aura of heaven and earth floating in the air.

Under the hazy moonlight, Mu Feng practiced the second ancient witchcraft quietly, and a flamboyant word 'Witch' vaguely appeared between his brows.In the dead of night, no one noticed. With his wing room as the center, all the insects and birds within a hundred paces were lurking in panic, not daring to make any movement.